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His heart hammered in his chest. "Shall I fetch it for you, Sir?" "By all means. "Let me look at the paper. Though he never seen so much of Miss Mary as I did. She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. The above description of —the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains— may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of him by his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shone in his countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;" but it may, possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personal appearance. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. Not afraid of me, either.
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